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June 23, 2008

The Indie Thing

There have been very good – and very repetitive – pieces on The Indie Meltdown of 2008.

I am not of the belief that we are at the end of indies, but that we are at the end of a certain kind of cycle, particularly regarding theatrical distribution.

I am not of the belief that this is a “sky is falling” moment in which people are panicking for no reason, but that there is a real paradigm shift going on and that indie distributors are as slow in adjusting mindset at the major studios.

I am not of the belief that the shutdown of studio Dependents is deadly to the indie world, but that it is simply a natural coming to sanity that “indie” movies are not mainstream movies and cannot carry the budgets of mainstream movies.

Every door that closes opens another door. That is the nature of the world, not a showbiz issue. Nature abhors a vacuum. But what the next door is going to be, no one knows. Let me restate that… NO ONE knows.

In the last five years, we went from a Dependent standard of $12 million per film, set by Searchlight, growing into the 20s by way of Focus, and then into the 30s and beyond via Vantage in the last two years. Higher budgets mean more risk, which to the people who oversee these companies means more ad dollars are needed to insure the risk.

The three rock solid Dependents as of this writing are Fox Searchlight, Miramax, and Sony Pictures Classics. But neither company followed the Dependent trends of the last few years. Searchlight started to head down that road – it was their success that created the opening for bigger budgets and higher profile - and then backed off… they could feel it was wrong as they were doing it. Meanwhile, the studio has become as sure an annual Oscar bet as any, ever… and cracked the $100 million ceiling last year for the first time with Juno. Still, we are in one of the company's down years, with just 4 releases due this year, none of which seem likely to be terribly significant in any way.

Disney’s Miramax has been very cautious in its approach under Daniel Battsek. He will spend money, but he won’t through a lot of cash at the wall and see what sticks. He’s gone acquisition and production funding pretty evenly. He’s taken his hits, but he’s never risked so much that a failure threatened the division’s profitability for the year. And with No Country for Old Men, The Queen, The Diving Bell & The Butterfly, and Gone Baby Gone (plus foreign on There Will Be Blood), no one has had a better high-profile run in recent years (though Searchlight has had bigger hits).

Sony Pictures Classics has never much played that game, though they stepped towards a bigger production slate – that seems to be over – and they do act as a domestic distribution and marketing arm for some of Sony’s international efforts, like the Stephen Chow films.

Clearly, there is an opening for popular movies that have a likely audience of a size that suggests that grosses between $5 million and $15 million are reasonable… and only more than that when magic strikes. But at that price point, how do businesses proceed and succeed?

“Too full a marketplace” is, to my ear, a gross simplification. It’s not how much competition there is, but how the product competes.

Unfocused competition is an issue. Last year, there were 156 releases onto 1000 screens or more. There were 123 such releases a decade ago (1998) and 127 five years ago (2003). So we’re looking at an increase in wide releases of roughly one extra release every other week. This is clearly not what is clogging the system’s arteries.

Most of that 20% increase is in the range of 1000 screens to 2000 screens… which is where The Weinsteins and the Dependents often live and majors dump their junk. Just seven of the thirty-eight films released in 2007, on between 1000 and 2000 screens, grossed more than $30m domestic, the biggest being Sweeney Todd, which hit $53.9 million. In distribution, anything can happen, but “anything” doesn’t often happen.

There were only another 81 titles last year that opened on between 100 and 1000 screens.

We’re looking at 156 wide releases over 2000 screens and 125 releases between 100 screens and 2000 screens. Yet only 147 total films last year did as much as $10 million. 33 films opened on more than 1000 screens and didn’t hit this modest goal.

Just 280 titles – or 5.5 a week – that get significant releases… it’s a lot, but it isn’t the cause of drowning.

There is a fascinating grouping of films right around the 300 screen release level from last year; Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead, Lars & The Real Girl, The Assassination Of Jesse James, and Away From Her. All four films had much higher ambitions. The highest domestic gross in the group is $7.1 million.

You can’t blame the failure of these films - released with stars, recent Oscar-nominees, an avalanche of press, and lots of acclaim – on marketplace overcrowding.

When people write about “no one wants to go to the movies,” they should be writing, “I no longer care about going to a theater, paying a lot, being bothered by kids and ads and popcorn prices… all-in-all, I prefer my living room.” Nothing wrong with that. But, it is time for us all to acknowledge is that the audience for indies is EXACTLY the audience that is actually abandoning the theaters. Teens aren’t. Lower income people aren’t. It is people over 30 with busy lives who can afford bigger TVs, a wide array of pay cable channels, and DVD rental and purchase.

Ironically, it is their disinterest and the success of DVD that has caused the sense of a theatrical glut.

Have you noticed that few of the “too many film”ers talk about the number of films in release seem to acknowledge that at least a third of the titles are released theatrically by contract, going through the steps to a better life in ancillary markets, which is where they were intended to earn their keep in the first place? This is a phenomenon of the last five years in particular.

258 films were released in 2007 that didn’t gross $100,000. A tiny number of these films were expecting to find a stronger theatrical life after dipping their toes in the water. Many “opened” only in New York City… which is what drives the New York Times a little nuts. But the vast majority was just putting a floater out there on the way to DVD.

It is these films that roughly doubled the overall number of annual theatrical releases from a decade ago to today, not serious players in the distribution business.

The biggest change in indie theatrical is the size of the releases competing in that realm. Between Lionsgate, MGM releases – which were all independently made in the last couple of years – and the studio Dependents (not the genre arms, like Screen Gems or Rogue), there were 48 releases of over 1000 screens last year.

But that only taps the most overt part of the problem. When you have a major “indie” at every studio, how does anyone who isn’t a major going to get space at the top art houses, with less marketing power?

What’s playing on the five screens at Landmark’s Magnolia Theater in Dallas? A split between The Fall and The Promotion, Lelouch’s Roman de Gare (Sam Goldwyn), The Weinstein Co’s release of Argento’s Mother of Tears, Sony Classics’ When Did You Last See Your Father, and, uh, Get Smart.

Lamdmark in West LA? De Gare, Father and Fall (split with daytime shows at LAFF) again, Overture’s The Visitor, Picturehouse’s Mongol, IFC’s Savage Grace, and… The Love Guru on 2 screens.

Get the picture?

There are some great and ambitious exhibitors in NY, LA, and even in some smaller towns. But the bigger the nut the theater is carrying, the more tempting to just roll forward in the most obvious way… bet on the movies that have the most marketing might behind them.

So where does it all go from here?

We already discussed the “answer.” No one knows.

But like any situation in which change is afoot, there are, in the broadest sense, two paths to travel. The internet, for instance, can empower… or it can be a way to avoid life and to isolate oneself in a very destructive way. A nuclear weapon can force peace by being a deterrent… it can kill millions when used to the end for which it was created. And the void that is about to hit the indie-minded exhibitors can make room for more films from a wider array of distributors or it can just mean more playdates for the ongoing Dependents and Lionsgate.

The thing is, much as I love seeing movies on screens, it’s probably time to reconsider what success looks like for these movies that have a smart but narrow market. Some companies, like IFC, have mostly abandoned theatrical, but the signal that that isn’t a step down hasn’t really be accepted by the intelligentsia. Cinetic is reaching for the future with its digital delivery program, meant to take hold of the long tail and shake it up, but that nagging wish for a theatrical life is still writ large on the soul of most young filmmakers.

But it seems more likely that some large amount of money will come flying in from whatever new sucker there is out there and will continue to feed the lust to do things as they have always been done. And I can just recycle this column again in five years.

March 14, 1998

ShoWest: The Wrap Up

It's over. By about 10:30 Thursday night, all the screenings had been screened, all the candy had been sold and all the questions had been answered. Well, not all the questions. If you've been reading the ShoWest coverage all week, you'll already know that only one of the five major studios made an appearance this year. That would be (sfx: Godzilla roar) Sony. Of the four mini-majors who sponsored events, DreamWorks did best, but left a bunch of questions in the air. (A note: Apologies for my forgetfulness about a DreamWorks project called Antz, starring the voice of Woody Allen and Sharon Stone. It looked terrific and exhibitors are looking forward to getting the film next spring.) And in the end, there was a lot of talk about the future of ShoWest itself. But as one insider told me, the show changes with the industry and ShoWest '98 reflects where the majors are as we move into this summer. Disney was the only other major with serious summer heat and their plans were stopped in their tracks by the preparations to demolish the regular off-site location of the studio's semi-annual supershow.

The ShoWest Awards reflected the same jittery reality. There were big stars, including Dustin Hoffman, Julia Roberts, Susan Sarandon, Richard Dreyfuss, Burt Reynolds, Matt Damon, Minnie Driver and Helen Hunt. There were big directors and writers like Barry Levinson, Barry Sonnenfeld, Ron Bass and Gary Ross (the Big screenwriter who scored big with the sneak look at his directing debut, Pleasantville). And in an Oscar snub turn-around, ShoWest got Djimon Hunsou, but not Anthony Hopkins, who was satellited in from a set somewhere. (Djimon graciously turned away any speculation about race playing a part in his Oscar snub. Great guy.)

But none of that could make up for Tom Arnold. He hosted the award show, which TNT (our parent company) didn't televise this year. (That too was the source of more speculation. Did TNT pass because they chose to do the SAG Awards or did they just decide that ShoWest did nothing for the network? Hmmmm. Even RCTV didn't show up to grab celeb interviews like "E.T.," E! and so many others.) I'm trying to come up with the best words to describe his performance as host, but "sucked" seems too subtle and "disastrous" may be a little too El Nino-esque a description.
Let's just say that in a room of 3,000 people, about six were laughing with him, 50 were laughing at him and the rest were in a state of stunned silence. It wasn't just the stupid and offensive material either. It was the classic Tom Arnold delivery. Dustin Hoffman went on for a long time telling a story about passing wind on the set of Rain Man (This was a complimentary story about Barry Levinson), but he got laughs. Not Tom. (Actually, there was a windy theme at ShoWest this year. Leslie Neilsen went with the whoopie cushion for his entrance at the Sony event.)

For the press, this year's show was a disappointment, too. While Djimon, Burt, Minnie and Joan Allen stopped to talk to reporters, the rest of the stars zoomed through the photo line and ran past reporters. Julia Roberts didn't even do that, but she got a pass after she explained in her acceptance speech that she was working under a cloud of Midol and Alka-Seltzer. Damon, one of the runners, got no such pass. In fact, he was the talk off the press after dissing us by running by us twice in one day. He did apparently do a few private interviews, but he's starting to develop the kind of press-shy/press-contemptuous attitude that can turn a career to dung after just one bad movie. Instead of having media friendlies wanting to help you through the tough times, actors who pull this crap tend to get buried, often for no reason other than their press attitude. Everyone wants him on their cover now, but this is just the beginning of what he hopes will be a long career. Talk to Patrick Dempsey about that, Matt.

Coca-Cola sponsored the nice post-Awards dinner, complete with filet mignon and large shrimp. But the only premium items were 20 ounce bottles of soda. I didn't take any home. But I did emasculate my table's centerpiece by taking the very cleverly made Coke-bottle torch, which is basically a 10-ounce bottle on a flashlight. The light led the way to the bar, where some journalist colleagues and I drank to old and new friends and said goodbye until next year. And that's really what ShoWest is about. Getting together and talking about last year and the year to come. Let's hope that next year is a better year for all the studios and for ShoWest 1999. I'll be there for sure.

More ShoWest: If you've missed any of the previous week of ShoWest reporting, click Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday for the rest of the daily coverage. And check out the ShoWest feature that will run next Wednesday.

Back To Normal: Next week, The Hot Button goes back to the regular schedule. Monday will be the Weekend Review, Tuesday and Thursday are news days, Wednesday is Ranting and Raving day, Friday is Weekend Preview and the Weekender is News By The Numbers, the top 10 stories of the week.


March 13, 1998

ShoWest: Day Four

Once again, I am writing in the middle of the day. This morning there was supposed to be a press conference by 20th Century Fox, which is not otherwise participating at ShoWest this year. The rumor was that it would either be Warren Beatty selling this summer's long-delayed Bulworth, or the official announcement that Fox has secured the distribution rights to Star Wars: Chapter One. It was neither, because it was canceled at the very last minute. Was it wacky Warren deciding he didn't feel like facing the press, or a legal snare in the Star Wars deal? I don't know. But that was the irritating start of my day.

An hour or so later, it was the line-up for the Miramax luncheon. No press conference, just a press row, which always makes life hard for print journalists. TV folks can ask the stupidest questions to air in the smallest countries, but if they have a video rig, they are more valued than we, ink- stained wretches. The line-up was Matt Damon, Minnie Driver and the cast of 54, the studio's film about the very real, ultra-hip Studio 54 of the '70s (newly re-opened). Matt and Minnie were actually separated by the 54 cast, with Matt leading and Minnie taking up the tail end. But in some form of revenge, Minnie got off the best line of the day when asked about whether she would miss all the press attention when the Oscar buzz calmed. She said, "Oh yes. But I'll be looking for all of you huddled out by my garbage cans." The only insight from "I'm not talking to the press"-Matt came when he was asked how he felt about the upcoming night at the Academy. "I don't know," he said with a multi-million dollar grin. The man is a genius!

Miramax's product reel featured a new Matt Damon movie that has our boy Matt as a genius card player who gets in with the wrong crowd. It wasn't called "Good Will Gambling," but it should have been. 54 looks like it caught the feel of the era. It stars Ryan Phillipe (I Know What You Did Last Summer), Neve Campbell (Scream), Salma Hayek (she is so gorgeous) and Mike Meyers as a very funny Steve Rubell. Lots of nudity, drugs and homosexuality in the footage they showed. In a Mike Myers movie! I'm looking forward to the 54/The Last Days of Disco double feature. Also up was Nightwatch, the Ewan McGregor thriller that was promoted at last year's ShoWest. They must be holding it up because it's really, really good (tee-hee). Plus, we got the word (there's no footage yet) on Scream 3 and the next Halloween sequel, H2O. Miramax's copy promised that "blood is much thicker than water." The writing in the movie had better top that or there'll be trouble. One small bit of news is that Jamie Lee Curtis' mother, Janet "Psycho" Leigh, will be joining her daughter in this one. Also, Killing Mrs. Tingle is now known as "The Kevin Williamson/Robert Rodriquez Project." Can't wait to get the album.

Now, a quick word on the DreamWorks event. Cool. The product reel was made up of Paulie (a Babe-like film about a talking bird who really says what he thinks), Small Soldiers (a Joe Dante film that kind of combines Toy Story and Gremlins as toy soldiers get a computer chip that was meant for real war. Explosions ensue.), Steven Spielberg's WWII drama, Saving Private Ryan (almost no footage here, but the "saving" is an attempt to keep Ryan (Damon), alive after three of his brothers have been killed in the war already), Neil Jordan's In Dreams (a psychological thriller with a creepy Robert Downey Jr., invading Annette Bening's dream world), and the animated bible flick, The Prince of Egypt.
The lowdown is that everyone expects Spielberg to make a good movie, but without footage, Pvt. Ryan was a non-issue. Paulie got some smiles and some groans. In Dreams wasn't a big hit as a preview, but it could be a great movie. Prince of Egypt was impressive and beautiful, but theater owners I talked to still wondered if audiences would sit down to an animated drama. And the smash hit was Small Soldiers, which looks like a big fat money machine. Lots of merchandising and incredibly clever. And best of all, if the dialogue is flat, it can be redone without reshoots. So, while Prince was all the buzz going in, Small Soldiers had the king as we exited.

The DreamWorks party that I've been raving about was an open house at Spielberg's GameWorks, the ultra-up-to-date, ultra-cool video game haven that will soon turn up in a city near you. Everything was open and everything was free. Alcohol, fried foods, women in short skirts, and all the video games you could play. An 8-year-old boy's dream. And if you looked at the faces of most of the men, you could see that the dream had come true. More on this, including photos, in next week's ShoWest feature.

Tomorrow, the ShoWest Awards and a wrap up on the week in Vegas. Or go back in time and read Day One, Day Two or Day Three.

March 12, 1998

SoWest: Day Three

The biggest news of Day Three was that there was almost no news at all. For years, Warner Bros. has thrown the Wednesday luncheon event, proclaiming, "Wednesday is Warner Day!" Not this year. Between Batman and Robin, Mad City and the underperforming L.A. Confidential and Conspiracy Theory, Warner Bros. had little to crow about. And their only big film currently in production, Lethal Weapon 4, is in such a production rush to meet the summer release date, the stars probably couldn't afford to spend even four hours in Vegas doing promotion. But Warner did end up with some representation on Day Three. After no studio came forward to sponsor an evening event for the day, Warner Bros. coughed up prints of a dozen Warner classics (Goodfellas being the only one from the last decade) for event-goers to enjoy on the big screen. But the evening spawned a running joke that took a page from yesterday's Sony event, which had a theme of "what are you gonna give us this year?" The joke was, of course, that Warner would be giving us a bunch of old movies in 1998, since they had nothing better. Ouch.

New Line did take up the lunchtime slack, but the event was a slacker, even by New Line standards. The studio, which I think had a magnificent 1997, has become a bit of a ShoWest joke. Why? Their food. One year, conventioneers found bread sitting on their tables when they entered the massive ballroom (2,500 minimum are served in the main room every meal). So, people ate the bread. When the cold cuts that were meant to join the bread in sandwiches arrived, there was no bread left. Last year, the studio tried to be clever and promote the time-shift comedy Austin Powers with '50s-style lunch trays. But the reproduction was a little too accurate. More than one ShoWester was heard asking waitresses, "What is that?!" It was turkey with a yellow sauce. I can't tell you whether it tasted good because I fed mine to the cat. In any case, this year there was a very nice salmon lunch. But New Line wasn't adding to their ShoWest budget. We got the fish, but we got no New Line souvenirs of any kind. Not even a Lost in Space key ring. And believe me, the people who come here, no matter how much money they have, want their key rings (or clocks, studio bags, T-shirts, mugs or baseball caps). Even worse, the parade of New Line stars was fairly weak. And none of them did anything but march onto the dais and sit down to lunch. Not a speech in the group. Not smart.

The product reel was a mixed bag. New Line is clearly devolving (or re- evolving, if you like) to their original vision as independent-minded filmmakers. If you don't know, the studio started chasing higher budget scripts and film projects when Ted Turner bought the company. Since we became part of the Time/Warner family, New Line has been working overtime, with Ted's blessings, to go independent again. As a result, the last of these Turner-era tentpoles is Lost In Space, with no other blockbusters in sight. The product reel for the rest of '98 marked a return to genre films, many of them directed at black audiences, and art product from offspring, Fine Line Features.
The most promising films were: Rush Hour (the action comedy pairing of Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan), American History X (a drama about a family dealing with a history of bigotry and hate). Living Out Loud (a Holly Hunter film about a woman who finds herself after a difficult divorce). But best of all was Pleasantville, a comedy about a couple of 1990s kids who get sucked into the black and white world of a '50s sitcom. Very clever, very funny and very heartwarming. (I'm an old softy, huh?) Blade looks like it may be OK, but the buzz hasn't been great.

Woo is Jada Pinkett Smith's first solo lead in a major film and was terrific in the footage, but it was hard to tell whether it's a one-note film from the little we saw. The Players Club, from director/writer/star Ice Cube, looks like it could be good, but it could just be brutality and sex. And Pecker, the new John Waters comedy, went without footage. A personal disappointment.

Tomorrow, it's Miramax and the ShoWest Awards. If you've missed the last couple days, check out Day One and Day Two .

P.S. More about DreamWorks' event in Saturday's wrap-up and in next week's feature. I'll leave you with this. It was the best ShoWest party I've ever attended.

P.S.S. More on Godzilla. (Warning: Stop reading now if you don't want to know what Godzilla looks like) I saw Godzilla today. He's got three rows of sharp fins running down his back with blue highlights, much like the colors on some dinosaurs. Like a crocodile, his belly is a lighter shade of his overall skin tone. And he has the arms that Tyrannosaurus Rex wishes he had. More later.

March 11, 1998

ShoWest: Day Two

Well, it's been an exciting day and it's only half over. Things started out with Jack Valenti proclaiming, amongst many other things, that you, the people who see more than six movies a year (six is the average), are the very people that drive the domestic movie business these days, the key to annual increases in overall box office and number of tickets sold. But more on Jack will have to wait for my ShoWest feature, which will run next week.

Also on hold will be my analysis of the surprisingly strong Sony reel of 1998 product. After seeing the new campaign for The Mask of Zorro, I now believe that it can be a mega-hit. That is, if the whole movie is as intense as the reconceived trailer from Sony that puts the heart ahead of the sword. Sony's attempt to bring back the musical, Dance With Me, could catch on with a sexy cast and a soundtrack that is likely to be a major crossover hit. Ian McKellan's performance in Apt Pupil looks to be every bit as powerful as touts on the Ain't It Cool Web site have made it out to be. And, a still unnamed dramatic comedy from Mrs. Doubtfire writer/director, Chris Columbus, looks like a sure bet to grab 1998 Oscar nods for Susan Sarandon and Julia Roberts. But, wait! I'm getting distracted. I'll cover all this in depth next week. There's another movie that I'm anxious to tell you about.

Godzilla.

Sony rolled out about 10 minutes of the film for the very first time in public. We saw his three-toed feet, his lanky lizard-like legs and his tyrannosaurus-like snout. But not the whole face or the whole body. The Big G stayed out of view as he moved between the buildings of Manhattan. And, it turns out, that's the concept of this film. A scientist with a background in genetic anomalies caused by radiation, Matthew Broderick, rambles on about a 17 percent increase in size in creatures he discovered in Chernobyl, not noticing that he is explaining this while standing in a half-block long footprint. In Manhattan, the ground mysteriously shakes so hard that taxis bounce six inches of the ground with each thump. Cameraman Hank Azaria and fabulous babe, Maria Pitillo, go slack-jawed when Godzilla happens by. Azaria grabs his video camera, makes his move and ends up in a direct confrontation with Big Green's foot. I won't tell you what happens here, but it's a great moment for the audience. New York is evacuated. Then Broderick, who is now trailing the monster, figures it out. Godzilla loves Manhattan because the buildings are so tall that he can hide there. He, Azaria, Pitillo and others head back onto the island to handle their little lizard problem. Kind of like a bigger, badder Jurassic Park. Explosions ensue.

On the down side, there is no White House-blowing-up money shot. Madison Square Garden is toast, but it's not the same. And even after 10 minutes, you begin to realize that the whole Godzilla thing is kind of one-joke. But the writing by producer Dean Devlin and director Roland Emmerich keep things fun. Much like Larry Kasdan in his work with George Lucas (The Empire Strikes Back and Raiders of the Lost Ark), these guys understand what real people would say and think in the worst of circumstances, which always makes the audience laugh.

Just a quick note on the lead-in to the product reel. Ben Stein, who played Ferris Bueller's teacher, chides Matthew Broderick by saying, "You've been on my case for 15 years!" And Sony took the opportunity to smack the other majors, who are not at ShoWest this year, with a promise to "beat the crap out of Fox ... give Minnie and Mickey the bone ... (and) make much more money than Sumner," referring to Sumner Redstone over at Viacom, which owns Paramount. The jibes may have been a bit too hip for this room, but they were funny. Especially coming out of the mouths of Leslie Neilsen and Robert Goulet. But you'll have to wait to hear more about them next week. Oh yeah. Vanna White hosted. (I'm such a tease.)

Until tomorrow,
David

March 10, 1998

ShoWest: Day one

ShoWest is a bit of a mixed bag for we Americans, on Day One. The entire day is focused on the international movie business. Domestic types are not invited, though my Amsterdam-based buddy Frank did attend and got a lovely watch from Disney for his efforts. More than they wanted to give Jeffrey Katzenberg and a whole lot less than it cost them to settle with him. (By the way, Katzenberg, the "K" in DreamWorks SKG, is hosting an event tomorrow night.)

The evening activity was a double feature of independent films. Attendees got their choice of two of four, including The Mighty, starring Sharon Stone, One Tough Cop, starring Stephen Baldwin, The Opposite of Sex, centered around a blonde Christina Ricci, and big-name-free Under Heaven. The only star who showed was Stephen Baldwin, who didn't look too happy about the vast number of people who failed to recognize him. Sharon Stone should make up for absence with an appearance at the Miramax event on Thursday. I wish I could tell you I liked or hated any of them, but I missed the first screening after having to change my room twice at the New York, New York Hotel & Casino and when I got to the cocktail party in between, pallid descriptions of all four films helped me make up my mind to run out for dinner instead of subjecting myself to a mediocre movie and a midnight dinner. I have to be up for an 8 A.M. breakfast with Jack Valenti and a room full of other reporters to talk about the state of the industry. At 11:30, Sony goes Godzilla, and in the evening, its DreamWorks. The trade show also starts tomorrow and I'll be gathering lots of cool junk that Andy Jones will be writing about in weeks to come.

But even before Sony starts its event, it's made an impact with another smart visual display. You may remember hearing about the traffic-stopping Godzilla sign on New York's Flatiron Building. Well, here it's Bally's that gets the Godzilla treatment. A five foot wide sliver of the building is green from top to bottom, painted with "He's as tall as Bally's," with a Godzilla logo. Then, on the convention center directly next door, a five foot slab that runs from one end of the building to the other proclaims "His tail is longer than this building." Standing on the sidewalk and looking at both signs at the same time, you can almost see the mammoth monster in your mind. You certainly understand that there is no way to escape his wrath. Very cool.

The buzz of the convention is the lack of the major studios. Warner Bros., who comes every year, passed this time. Nothing good to talk about, I guess. (I know.) Paramount and Fox couldn't have foreseen the glow of Titanic back when they would have had to commit, so better safe than sorry, I suppose. And Universal doesn't have a really big summer movie. Disney does (Armageddon and Mulan), but they couldn't book the venue they wanted for their event. That's disappointing, because Disney always puts on the best show. That leaves Sony, who I'm sure will tell us all about that fact tomorrow when they crow about the year of Men In Black (at least it was pre-Titanic) and the year of Godzilla by which we are about to be overwhelmed.

Until tomorrow,
David

February 11, 1998

Ranting and Raving - Mostly About Titanic

With 14 Oscar nominations for Titanic, I've begun to reflect on this rush of magazine pieces about how Titanic will change the movies you see. I'm pretty sure that I can sum up the answer in two words. It won't. Teen romances were already relaunched by William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet a year ago. And unless you're going to remake The Hindenburg, there is no epic to be made that is in any way analogous to Titanic. There's no trend for Titanic to set. It's a singular event.

As far as Titanic launching more $250 million-plus budgets, fugeddaboudit. There's only one director alive other than James Cameron who could have steered Titanic to the theaters, and his name is Steven Spielberg. That hasn't changed. And don't expect a guy like Spielberg, who is as image-sensitive as he is brilliant, to be going down into those murky waters. No. Titanic was made because Fox wanted Cameron to be in their stable. The same reason Paramount got involved. Now, everyone will make money and, as a result, Cameron won't be jumping through hoops to get his next picture off the ground for Fox. So that might effect you. Cameron deprivation. Catch it!

The only real effect could be on the distribution side. Titanic may or may not pass Jurassic Park as the highest-grossing movie of all time, but it will certainly be the all-time biggest money-maker for theater owners. Normally, studios get between 60 and 70 percent on the take on opening weekends, with the percentage dropping to about 50 percent after a few weeks. But as Hollywood has gone into "All Blockbuster, All The Time" mode, the massive opening weekends have inspired studios to demand huge percentages of the opening-weekend gross, so a movie like The Lost World gobbles up 90 percent of all the revenue for the studio in Week One. Exhibitors enjoyed the massive $90 million Lost World opening in popcorn sales, but by the time they had a real stake in the financial bounty, three weekends later, the film managed only a $12.5 million weekend.
Titanic, on the other hand, has played right into exhibitors' hands. The two films totaled almost the same over their first five weekends: The Lost World made $158 million, Titanic, $162 million). Yet Titanic, because of its consistent weekend pull of between $28 and $36 million, made exhibitors $63 million, while The Lost World was good for only about $39 million. On top of that, Titanic has played much better on weekdays, even on work days. Distribution chiefs at every studio are no doubt scrambling to figure out how to use this long run of Titanic success as an excuse to keep a higher percentage of revenue for a longer period of time. So, keep an eye out for the $5 tub of popcorn, coming soon to a theater near you. And thank Titanic.

READERS OF THE DAY: It took four readers to pick the Oscars. No one got everything. Everyone got the four Best Picture nods. And no one (no one!) got director Peter Cattaneo for The Full Monty. Check in tomorrow for the whole story.

September 11, 1997

Levinson's Sphere

Barry Levinson's Sphere has been poked, prodded and pushed further than any studio film this year. First, it was delayed while WB execs decided to cough up Sharon Stone's $6 million asking price. Then, they delayed production two months in order to rework the enormous effects budget. Next, they decided to shove it into theaters this December for Academy Award consideration, offering up Oscar regulars Levinson, Dustin Hoffman, Sam Jackson and Sharon Stone. But, apparently, there was so little "want-to-see" in test marketing, they decided to move the film into mid-February `97, traditionally a movie dead zone, in order to get the promo machine running at full speed. Warner Bros. now has to hope that the media doesn't like the story about the delays better than they like the movie.

Ever see a movie that you heard was altered against the will of the filmmaker? And it still sucked? Do you still think the musical numbers in I'll Do Anything, Bruce Willis' penis in Color of Money or the dirty jokes in Spawn would help? Well, Robert Altman's The Gingerbread Man will be right up your alley. After a bad test screening, Polygram decided to re-cut the quirky Altman thriller to make it more accessible to audiences. It didn't work. They still hated it. So, Altman's vision will hit the screens in its purest form, albeit next year, six months after its original release date. Maybe Polygram thinks that this rotten fruit will get better with time. After all, it worked for Gone Fishin', Volcano and 'Til There Was You. Right?

Disney's busy trying re-establish distribution operations in war-torn Bosnia and Herzegovina, hopefully in time for the Christmas movie season. Special Bosnia-only versions of the Disney release schedule might include The Little Mercenary, 101 Dead Dalmatians and Honey, I Blew Up The Country.

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August 22, 1997

That's Entertainment

Robert Redford and GCC are starting a chain of theaters for independent film only called Sundance Cinemas. But what's going to happen to the real indie experience?

It's 2 A.M. You arrive at the abandoned hot tub factory. You and your date get out of the car, keeping an eye out for muggers and murderers. The smell of urine wafts through the air. A trail of blood and popcorn leads you to a massive sheet metal door. You knock. A skinny guy in a T-shirt opens the door and welcomes you to "Bob's Place" and asks for your credit card. You sign a blank slip. You've just rented a camera crane. There is no candy counter, just a craft service table full of M&Ms and two day old bagels. You go into "Theater One," but find a 13" TV and two folding chairs. "Uh, we don't have a print yet, just half inch video," says your host. You watch it. When your date stops crying, you leave.

E-Me.